2 people, 2 years, 1 motorcycle 2007'

About a half hour after the sun sinks behind the tall rock cliffs we take off. It was I think hotter then before. We blast down to Vegas. 75 MPH is the speed limit but I tried to keep it around 65. The tires have to be running super hot. I didn’t want tire problems with Heidi on board.

Warning on the Road:

Riding toward Vegas on I-15 there are long stretches of nothing. Well we were on a big long stretch and it was dark. My butt was falling off and I had to stop. We took the first exit and pulled off the shoulder at the end of the ramp. I just had to dismount for a while. We took off our helmets when another older car pulled over just where we did. It just stood there with it’s headlights pointing at us. About twenty yards from us I could see figures in the headlights. At first I was kind of pissed about the headlights pointing at us, than I got a feeling that this could be a bad thing. I told Heidi to get on the bike ASAP and let’s get out of here. Before we're gone another car pulled up next to the other car. We get the heck out of there.

This may have been nothing but either way we put ourselves in a bad situation just 30 miles outside of Vegas, where a lot of desperate people are. If your gut says there is something Not Right, take action. It’s better to be safe then sorry.

Vegas Baby!

We like Las Vegas. The Hard Rock casino is a tropical resort to us with nothing but great rock and roll music played everywhere and one of the world’s best pools. Palm trees, tall drinks, beautiful people, good food, no kids. What is not to like about this?

I got this Vegas thing down. I-15 South, exit on Tropicana Blvd, cruise down the strip for a few blocks and pull right into the Harley Davidson Café. There is enough space if you park right at the curb and I never had a problem with this. Heidi thought our parking spot was a little over the edge. Ya know, parking right on the strip in the heart of Las Vegas, for free. I tell her “Just act like we own the place” I get a look.